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Friday, October 27, 2017

Gracie Malling has dropped by to share a snippet from her medieval paranormal romance Claimed by the Captain. I asked her what writing advice she might have to share with other writers, and she gave the answer that rings most true with me as well. "The best writing advice I’ve ever seen is ‘you
can’t edit a blank page’. It’s so simple but so true. My advice to anyone
starting out would be to give their inner critic a holiday and just write and
write everything that’s in their head – you can turn it into something that
makes sense afterwards."

Which means give yourself permission to write a lousy first draft, but write something.

Excerpt:

“No more spells, no more gathering herbs and flowers, no more night-time
adventures in the woods.”

Ellen gasped. How did he—?

“Oh, yes, I know what
you’ve been doing,” said the master and that look of amused affection was back
on his face. “Do you think me ignorant of anything that goes on in my
property?”

At his words, Ellen blushed
bright red. Her mind flew to the memory of her many writhings and whimperings
on the straw mattress at night—surely he didn’t know about that?

Mortified, she pushed the
memory out of her mind at once.

“But I could help
people—the fever…”

“No, Ellen,” said the master and the softness was gone. “I forbid it, is that clear?”

“But I know just the charm
and—”

“I am in earnest, Ellen.
You are forbidden from going anywhere near the village until that witch finder
has gone.”

Ellen stood up and clasped
her hands together. Did he not understand how difficult it was for her to just
stand by and watch while people suffered? To turn them away when they came to
her begging for help?

The master stood up too,
took Ellen gently but firmly by the arm and turned her to face him. “This is
not a game,” he said, leaning down so that his face was level with hers. “If
you are accused of witchcraft, you could be tortured. Hanged. Burned alive. I
do not forbid you for my own amusement; I forbid you to keep you safe. And if
you defy me, Ellen,” here his voice dropped to a deeper pitch and the intensity
of his gaze was such that Ellen had to look away, “then the punishment will be severe. Do you understand me?”

Blurb:

When Captain Thomas Edwards
returns home after twenty years at sea to take ownership of the White Hart Inn
following the death of his father, he has not even reached the edge of the
village before he comes across a miscreant stealing apples from a local farmer’s
orchard. Upon discovering that the thief is a young woman named Ellen who has
been employed in his father’s inn for years, he considers it his responsibility
to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

In addition to working as a
servant at the White Hart, Ellen has become known for her skill as an
herbalist, and the last thing she needs is a stern sea captain getting in the
way of her curing the ailments of her fellow villagers with a potion or tonic
when the need arises. But despite her shock at being punished in such a
shameful manner for nothing more than stealing a few apples, to Ellen’s
surprise the painful chastisement leaves her aching for Thomas to take her in
his arms and make her his.

Despite his willingness to
spank her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary, Ellen finds herself
falling deeper in love with Thomas with every passing day. But when plague
strikes the village and a witch finder is summoned, Thomas forbids Ellen from
using her herbs to aid her friends and neighbors. As the situation grows more
desperate, will she disobey him and put her skills to use even if it means
risking her life, and can he keep her safe if she does?

Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been
writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and
a bit of a bad girl in secret, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about
spanking: her favourite kink.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

He caught her speeding in a school zone and decided she needed to learn even civil disobedience could have very painful consequences.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop. My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health. This includes administering a spanking when necessary.

My submission for this week is from my first spanking novel, Arrested by Love, published by Blushing Books.

In Chapter Four, Kyle Sinclair, a traffic patrol officer, has just proposed to the girl he's secretly loved, but avoided for years. He knows Tiffany Morgan has been infatuated with him since she was a little girl, but she came from a much higher social strata than his public school/middle class upbringing associated with. However, what the heart wants isn't always in line with what society deems appropriate.

Having finally overcome his doubts, Kyle gets down on one knee and presents Tiffany with a ring only to have her dissolve into tears before him. Confused, he starts to question her only to discover she'd lied for the past month about staying within the budget he'd set for her. Relieved her dismay wasn't the result of a more serious issue, but angry she'd thought lying to him was a more acceptable course than admitting failure, he gives her a choice. She can either accompany him quietly without fuss or whining, or they can stop seeing each other for a year.

Tiffany can't believe he'd stop seeing her simply because she'd overspent her budget, but Kyle promptly informs her he's not punishing her for overspending, but for lying and refusing to accept the consequences of her deceit. So, after driving to a secluded spot, he orders her to choose and prepare an appropriate branch for him to use as a switch.

"Remove
your skirt and underwear now, please," he ordered taking a seat on the
log.

She gazed
at him for a moment then handed him the switch she'd made. He tested it a
couple of times while she undressed. Even though he'd decided against using it,
he wasn't above scaring her a little before he discarded it. She stood before
him in her blouse and shoes, her small frame trembling slightly. Next, he
noticed a small patch of red hair peeking out from beneath her shirt and felt a
surge of lust, which merely served to increase his anger. He had hoped to
finally make love to her this evening, but it looked like that would be off the
agenda tonight as well.

Setting the switch on the ground, he crooked an index finger at her. She winced, but
walked over to stand beside him until her knees touched his with barely a
moment's hesitation. He patted his lap. "You should know the drill by now,
Tiffany. Take your position, please."

She let out
a tiny gasp, and he knew she was afraid, but she also knew better than to try
to dissuade him. Looked like his threat of year's separation had had its
intended effect.

Kyle doesn't like hurting Tiffany, though he knows he has to take her in hand if he's to make any progress in curbing her impulsive behavior. As his wife, she won't have the financial freedom to spend money in the way she's used to doing. He doesn't expect her to be perfect, and fully accepts she will overspend from time to time, but he needs her to understand that it's much better for her to own up to her mistakes than try to hide them beneath lies.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

It's Book Hooks Wednesday! Yay! And I'm sharing another excerpt from my new spanking romance in the Corbin's Bend series, A Simple Misunderstanding. It's sequel, Past Interference is included both in the Love in the Rockies anthology and as a single title release.

He came to her rescue when she needed him most, almost to lose her when she disobeyed him.

In this scene, which occurs in Chapter Six, Elly Benson is still in the hospital after her husband attacked her. Jerry Douglas, who has secretly fallen in love in with Elly, remains at her side in the hospital while doctors assess her condition.

Not long after she was settled in her new room, Dr. Pendergast, the surgeon who’d operated on her spleen, came in to go over the results of her CT scan. Jerry didn’t want to leave, but Elly had a right to discuss her care with her doctor without a stranger listening in, even when he was the stranger in question. However, when he rose to depart, she said, “Don’t go.”

Jerry frowned, but resumed his seat.

Pendergast informed Elly her scans looked
good. No sign of bleeding in either her abdomen or her head. Then he paused.
“Now I need to ask you about the bruising we noticed on your wrists and
buttocks.” He turned to Jerry, who gave a nod to indicate he understood which
bruises the doctor meant.

“Legally, I must ask. Did your husband
cause your injuries?”

Elly swallowed and glanced at Jerry.
“Would you explain Corbin’s Bend to him?”

Jerry wanted to object, since he
suspected the activities of Corbin’s Bend had little to do with the punishment
Arthur had inflicted on his wife, but Elly gave him such a plaintive look, he
relented.

Careful to use non-judgmental words, he
explained how Corbin’s Bend was a community that catered to individuals who had
an interest in domestic discipline. When Pendergast blinked, Jerry added,
“Couples who practice DD often employ corporal punishment, which can include
spanking, caning and whipping, but it is not considered abuse.”

“What is it, if not abuse?” the doctor
asked, clearly unfamiliar with the concept.

“A way to preserve marital harmony
through spousal discipline. I can send you some literature if you like, but
most partners in DD do not resort to the levels of severity Mrs. Benson
experienced.”

Jerry understands why Elly doesn't want to remain alone while her surgeon questions her, but he privately hopes the doctor will finally get Elly to admit her husband mistreats her.

M/F Domestic Discipline in Colorado.

Blurb:Though Arthur and Eleanor Benson have been practicing domestic discipline for three months since their wedding, he insists moving to Corbin's Bend, where domestic discipline is the norm rather than the exception, will revitalize their marriage. Elly has doubts, but since Arthur is the undisputed head of their household, they move. However, once Arthur becomes immersed in a community where spanking is not only permitted, but encouraged, his personality undergoes a dramatic change. Accusing his submissive wife of being lazy, disorganized and disobedient, he employs creative methods of pain and humiliation to mold Elly from the imperfect woman he married into the perfect woman he desires. And Elly finds herself a virtual prisoner in her own home, accountable only to the man who rules her life with a cane.

In his years as a vet, Jerry Douglas has seen what abuse does to animals, and he recognizes those same signs in Elly Benson during her daily escape to the dog park with her tiny poodle. Jerry steadfastly supports the tenets of domestic discipline and enjoys the freedom Corbin's Bend offers its residents, but he remains fiercely protective of anyone in need of a champion. And when he witnesses evidence of harsh handling, his instinct is to rush in and rescue. Problem is Elly Benson is a married and consenting adult who insists all her bruises and welts are nothing more than a simple misunderstanding between her and her husband, until the day Arthur Benson takes his authority and discipline one-step too far, endangering Elly's life.

Muffin

A Simple Misunderstanding is available at the following locations both as an eBook and in print.

I also have a page on my web site where I am offering a sample of the first three chapters. If you're interested, visit either the Spanking Romance or A Simple Misunderstanding page in the Over 18 section of my website.

Thanks for visiting. Now go visit the other authors participating in Book Hooks.

WIP: Work in progress. WIP it up Wednesday is a hop where writers share portions of the project they're working on with readers. I really like the idea because it allows me to share something that's still in the creative stage as well as work behind the scenes as a prompt to keep me writing.However, today, I want to share a snippet from my 5th spanking book,Acting Lessons, loosely based on the story of Kiss Me Kate. It's been. a while since I shared from this book (6/15/16). So, if you want to know what happened right before this scene, you can read it HERE.

He was a strict and demanding college professor turned professional director who excelled at giving acting lessons. She was his shy and uncertain former student who became a professional actress under his tutelage. They fell in love, married, and won two Tony Awards before tragedy struck and a simple kiss ripped them apart.

After a six month separation, Peter Thorton decides to take matters into his own hands by making his famous wife, Kate, an offer she wouldn't refuse. Plainly put, he wants her back and he intends to do whatever is necessary to achieve his goal, even if it means giving his stubborn, willful leading lady a daily reminder over his knee that she promised to obey him.

In this scene, which occurs two-thirds into the book, Peter Thorton is directing his wife and some college students in a production of Kiss Me Kate and they've reached the famous spanking scene near the end of the musical. Though Peter spanks Kate in real life, she's done everything she can to get him to cut this scene, because spankings are intense, intimate and extremely personal for her and she doesn't want one on-stage. Peter, however, assures her the stage spanking will be nothing like the real ones he gives her, and the scene is essential to the story, so it can't be cut. Kate reluctantly agrees to try despite her severe misgivings, so Peter orders the actors to take their places.

If you're unfamiliar with the musical, Kiss Me Kate is a play within a play about a recently divorced couple attempting to put on a production of Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew. In this scene, Tom is filling in for Peter as Lilli's husband actor/director Fred Graham who is also acting the role of Petruchio. Kate plays the actress Lilli Vanessi who is acting the role of Katharine. So, Peter, who is currently directing the scene, refers to the actors by their Shakespearean characters' names as well as their Kiss Me Kate characters' names in addition to their "real" names. Baptista is the name Shakespeare gave Katharine's father. Confused? Hopefully the scene below in Peter's POV will help make it clear.

"Okay,
let's start from the top. Baptista, your line."

On this
reading Tom gave a trace more swagger to his words, so Peter commended him. However,
the student's expression of uncertainty when Kate crossed over to throw the
"bouquet" at his head was almost comical. Peter waved his arms to
stop the scene and turned to his assistant. "Karen, make a note, we need
something more substantial for a bouquet than a rolled up newspaper. Speak to
props, will you?" When Karen nodded and scribbled a message for herself,
Peter rolled the paper into a cone, so the object looked more like a bouquet,
then artfully folded it back to hold his makeshift flower arrangement in place
before he tossed the paper funnel back to Kate.

"Go
ahead; throw your flowers at me, Lilli." She did and he caught it in one
hand, pleased the "prop" held together. "That's what I want you
to do, Tom." Peter examined his creation with a frown. "This bouquet
is going to wilt quickly, I'm afraid, but we'll toss the thing about until it
does." He lobbed the paper back to Kate.

"Okay,
you two, play catch." Kate threw the paper again and Tom fumbled. "You
don't participate in a lot of sports, do you, Tom?"

"No,
sir."

"Didn't
think so. Try again."

Kate may be a professional, but there are some things that are just too personal to share with an audience. However, she also feels sorry for Tom. He's just a student, and Peter can be a tough director.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

“You are bound by the rules of this century, not
yours. I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”

Excerpt:

Reaching round,
he hitched up her skirts, fighting the petticoats until he had hold of her
drawers. With a yank, he brought them down past her arse. Spreading his
fingers, he clutched at a cheek, and squeezed the warm lobe until it felt like
it might melt in his palm.

She gasped,
teetering on her tiptoes as he kneaded her naked buttock. The swell of desire
extended to the end of his cock, filling it with hot blood and pushing it up.
She rocked her hipbone against it, and it was his turn to gasp.

“Why, you vixen,”
he charged her.

She giggled.

He still held the
duster. “You shall be punished. I’m going to whip you with this,” he murmured,
nibbling on her earlobe.

“No!” she
squawked. “I’ve not done a thing wrong. It will hurt,” she added indignantly.

“Ha, I decide, do
I not? And it won’t hurt, not in the way you think it will.” He pointed at the
table. “Bend over and keep your skirts up.”

“Sir, this is
most inappropriate. Someone might come—”

“Who? I keep this
house quiet of servants for a reason. Now, bend!”

She fumbled with
her petticoats and pouted. She frowned so sweetly, it hardened his cock to see
her little displays of defiance knowing shortly she would be begging for relief
and pleasure.

She folded over
the end of the dining table with aplomb, dropping her drawers at the same time.
As for the skirts, she hugged them under her hips, protecting her from the
rigid edge of the oak.

He lifted the
duster—a rod to which the feathers of a goose had been attached—and swept it
across her bare arse. She squealed and her face screwed up tight.

“It hurts, it
hurts,” she wailed.

However, rather
than lift it off, he spread the feathers across her rump and dragged them down
the back of her thighs, then reversing direction, up between her legs.

“Ooo!” She
knocked her knees together and trapped the duster as it glided up her slit and
furrow. The feathers became wet with her nectar.

“Again?” he
asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please,”
she quipped.

Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect
much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon
encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds
herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the
handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in
his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his
maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and
after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful,
embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s
desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught
snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for
an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is
deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her
properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will
their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means
leaving her old life behind forever?

Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such
material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including
Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or
erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something
to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her
family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Today we've got April Vine and her erotic romance "Taken by the Barbarian" over for a visit. Saraska seems to have gotten herself into a spot of trouble for refusing to do her chores. Let's see what happens.

Excerpt:

If he thought she would obediently
stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he
said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once
and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her
bed.

“Saraska.” The magnificent power
and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name
finally stopped her dead in the path.

He had never uttered her name
before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him.
She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some
other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name
falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.

Slowly she turned around and found
herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between
them so silently?

“You have not been eating.” He
didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.

She said nothing, crossing her
arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He
raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a
thousand tingles.

“Look at me when I talk to you,”
he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring
into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?

“You can’t make me eat, Alien,”
she said, defiance making her braver.

“I can make you do anything I want
you to do, slave.”

She swallowed but maintained her
brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never
asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be
executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter
how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a
barbaric Alien Warlord.

“Then I object,” she said. “Since
you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me
and not you. I am his slave after
all.”

“You would rather let someone else
touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as
did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.

“I would have anyone who is not
you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though
her mind begged her to do so.

“Will you clean the sus-sty, water
the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”

“No,” she said and raised her
head.

He gripped the back of the chair
Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like
birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses.
She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre
planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound
of the kind lady’s voice.

He dropped his body into the seat,
his long legs spread wide.

“On Sentara, disobedience will
earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now
lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.

Blurb:

Having spent her life confined
behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure,
twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for
what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the
planet Sentara.

To her surprise, Saraska quickly
discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her
thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from
the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate
exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last
he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure
more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her
people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her
entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will
Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes
spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy
this book.

About Kathryn

Kathryn R. Blake has been writing romantic fantasies for over twenty years.
In addition to her writing, Kathryn enjoys reading, traveling (London especially), crewel needle work, and playing with graphics on her web site.

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Corbin's Bend isn't dead, it's simply being revised and issued in a simpler format. The individual books from previous seasons will no longer be available for sale by themselves, but all will be made available in collections. In addition, Blushing Books intends to open up the series for more books. I will advise as soon as I know anything more.